Frank

That's him.. comes from a Jew property background in Stamford Hill. Now runs an internet based tin-pot letting agency in West Hendon. A fucking awful thing in every respect.

It's the relentless cancer cough that upsets me the most Ed. The non-stop errrghh erghh eurrghhhh ergh eeeeegh egh er er er ergh egghh egh egh e er egghh erm ergh erghh oooggh ergh ergh errrrrrrrrgh. That and any exposure to egg.

During this weekend I've witnessed what must be the most banal pile of fucking shit the corner has ever seen. I don't know what's worse.. your makeshift tedious bedbug bollocks, or the huge disappointment that is Quincy Cockfingers. Either way, you can consider this my last post until withers is properly reinstated.

Fucking hell quince, you're completely shot through.. shot to pieces. Finished. Fuck off.

Stupid cunt. Sometimes you'll flow with several semi-amusing posts.. albeit contrived or lifted from my back catalogue, only to then post this fucking awful child-like cheap bawsey shit. Dope.

No. Your fascination with slipping a 'cock' into every other sentence falls flat on its face every time. Decs is cute enough to realise that sometimes a change of course is vital if you want to remain TOTP. Have a long chat with yourself, Quincy fucking Cockfingers.

Terribly sad to see you have the dreaded second album syndrome. I was expecting greatness, Quincy Cockfingers.

Tot, maybe it's time to move on. Some of the members might remember the Judge.. Rothers is long gone. I'll entertain you but you've got to give me something to work with.

No.

Bubba after last night's comments I couldn't face dining alone. I sat in the bar and drank three small bottles of Vouvray with a bowl of pistachio nuts. A charming couple from New York came in and we spoke about the delights of Andalusia. What do you think about that?

I can't get the measure of you Bubble. You're either a deceptive shrewd idiot bordering on the sly, or you really are just a fucking idiot. Right now i'm thinking the latter.

Luke I've decided not to post the pic depicting you as the little wooden old man that you are. I went overboard during our little spat last night, and if anything, you came out on top. You live and learn.

I'm not a gay man Decs, but my god it's wonderful to see you back.

Play your cards right.. and when gobbie's not available, I'll treat you right with some FF.

I wouldn't dream of it punk. What upsets me, is target driven, big fuck off childless Audi aspiring creeps like Bubba, who assume they have a basic understanding of parenting.

This is just a total nonsense. Fuck off.

Luke I've endured another day of absolutely nothing. Would you like to see the little model man I've made of you?

No Snatch, I've always been shit. I might have appeared great when rubbing shoulders with the old school. These days, with super acts such as bill and bubble, I'm quite content taking a back seat.

If you're going to adopt any sort of 'style' for your wanky character, for crying out loud try to avoid impersonating that wooden piece of shit Swarm.

As much as we all detested the idiot, do you not find it a little odd that Mrs Scrote broke the news the night before his actual death?

Morning Alf. Mrs Scrote called last night to break the news. He fell into a slumber on Monday night, then a stupor by Tuesday afternoon, and during the early hours of this morning, rolled out the side of the bed dead to fuck.

Withers is dead.

You've learned your lesson tonight Luke. Stay away from the Top Dog.

This is bubba's deal, ape.. you pathetic wet fucking drip of a man. Fuck off.

There's one more sitting tomorrow night. If you'd like to suggest an image.. at any particular angle, I'll happily oblige.